All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EMBER'S POVThe club is called Naughty or Nice.The club is called Naughty or Nice.And based on what I'm seeing through the entrance, "nice" was never really an option.The venue has been transformed into some kind of Christmas fever dream designed by someone with a very, very dirty imagination. Red and white lights pulse through artificial snow that falls from the ceiling, catching the strobe lights and making everything sparkle. Giant candy canes frame the VIP sections, wrapped in red rope. The bar is staffed by men dressed as—I'm not making this up—sexy Christmas elves, complete with pointed ears, tiny green shorts, and abs that could grate cheese.And that's just the entrance."Holy shit," I breathe."Told you," Queenie grabs my arm, practically vibrating with excitement. "One Night Only is legendary. They go all out."All out is an understatement.The dance floor is packed with bodies mo

EMBER'S POVThe thought should scandalize me. Should make me pull away, find somewhere private, behave like the proper omega I was raised to be.Instead, it makes me burn."I don't care," I gasp. "I just need you. Need—"He pulls his hand away.I actually whine at the loss, the sound embarrassingly desperate."Bathroom," he says, and it's not a question. "Now."He grabs my hand and starts pulling me through the crowd. I stumble after him, my legs shaky, my body screaming for release that keeps getting denied.The club is a maze of bodies and lights and I have no idea where we're going, but Knox navigates like he's done this a thousand times before. Maybe he has. I don't care. I just care about getting somewhere private so he can finish what he started.We burst through a door marked PRIVATE—probably VIP bathrooms, because of course—and then I'm against the wall, his mouth crushing mine, his hands shoving my dress up around my waist."Been thinking about this all night," he growls bet

EMBER’S POVThe medical team arrives in under four minutes. Three of them in crisp uniforms carrying equipment that looks too advanced for a resort.The lead one, a woman with silver threading through dark hair, drops beside Rayana without bothering with introductions.“Dr. Patel. I need light here. Someone get pressure on this wound while I assess the damage.” She’s already cutting away the blood-soaked fabric of Rayana’s dress, revealing two deep gashes in her lower abdomen. “How long has she been bleeding?”“Don’t know.” Knox steps back to give them space but his hands are still covered in red. “We found her like this. Maybe five minutes ago.”Dr. Patel works quickly, her fingers probing the wounds with clinical precision.“Stab wounds, both to the lower abdomen. Deep but they missed the major organs. She’s lucky or her attacker had terrible aim.” She glances up at one of her assistants. “Get an IV started. I need saline and antibiotics. We’ll stitch her here and monitor for the nex

EMBER’S POV“I can’t say I fully understand why you’d want her here,” he murmurs. “But I know you wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important to you. And whatever led you to that decision… I trust it wasn’t an easy one.”The understanding in his voice makes something loosen in my chest.“It wasn’t.”“Then we’ll figure it out. Together.” Then after a beat, he asks. “Are we still good?”The question echoes back to hours ago. To the couch and the promise of thirty days and pretending to be the most nauseating couple in the world.“We’re still good,” I whisper back. “Still disgustingly in love. Still making Queenie want to vomit.”The corner of his mouth twitches.“I believe the agreement was nauseatingly in love.”“Same thing.”“It’s really not. Nausea implies a slower build. Disgust is more immediate.” His thumb traces my cheekbone again, softer now. “I prefer the slow burn.”“You would.” I manage a small smile despite everything. “Control freak.”“Guilty.” He presses a kiss to my forehe

EMBER’S POV“Ember?” His voice shifts from playful to panicked in half a second. He pulls back, trying to see my face in the darkness, his hands cupping my cheeks. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I say something? Fuck, was it the goat joke? That was too soon, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”“No.” I’m laughing and crying at the same time, which is humiliating and messy and I can’t seem to stop either one. “No, it’s not you. I just…”“Just what? Talk to me. What do you need?”“I’m just…” The words come out broken, hiccupping. “It’s actually over. I’m never going back to him. I’m never going to wake up wondering if today’s the day he finally kills me. I’m never going to flinch at footsteps or hide bruises or lie about how I got hurt.” The tears are falling faster now. “It’s over. It’s actually over.”Knox pulls me against him so hard I can barely breathe. His arms wrap around me like he’s trying to hold me together, like he’s afraid I’ll shatter if he lets go.“It’s over,” he confirms against my